I've had a couple of romantic relationships with those. The first was a total disaster but part of my path and growth. The second was harder to spot even though I learned from the first because the second was never mean. But then I finally spotted it. I still care about that one but oy she's a mess.

Sometimes I have concluded that my dad's a borderline because his jealousy of me was insane, or he had a totally unresolved oedipus complex and projected it on me. For a couple years I broke off all contact but then I grew to where that wasn't fair to the rest of the family all of which I've written about but you don't need to read those. I don't know why I go on with such details. I feel comfortable with you.